Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.